The speaker: or, Miscellaneous pieces selected from the best English writers. To which are prefixed two essays: i. On elocution. ii. On reading works of taste, by W. Enfield. Genuine ed., ed. with the addition of popular pieces from modern authors, by J. PycroftWilliam Enfield, James Pycroft 1851 |
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... do not saw the air too much with your hand , thus but use all gently ; for in the very torrent , tempest , and , as I may say , whirlwind of your passion , you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothO ! it offends me ...
... do not saw the air too much with your hand , thus but use all gently ; for in the very torrent , tempest , and , as I may say , whirlwind of your passion , you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothO ! it offends me ...
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able action affection appear army attention beauty better cause CHAPTER characters consider death desire earth equal ev'ry excellent expression eyes fair fall father fear feel follow fortune give grace hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heav'n honour hope hour human imagination kind king language learning leave light live look lord manner Maria means mind nature never noble o'er objects observe once pain pass passion peace perfection person pleasure poor postilion pow'r present proper reading reason rest round sense sentence soon soul sound speak spirit stand taste tears tell thee things thou thought true truth turn virtue voice whole wise wish writing young youth
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Стр. 352 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea. When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Стр. 248 - His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Стр. 325 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind Which I respect not.
Стр. 192 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.